Amarrada Novela Novels & Stories

I would have been replaced—quietly, easily—by another girl with a different name and a different fate. And I would have been alone. Now, for the first time in my life, I’m not wondering if I’ll get a happy ending. I know I will. When Alessandro returns from Genoa, it won’t be Amara the orphan girl trying to survive the world on her own. It will be Amara Vitale—loved, protected, chosen. Not a woman fearing she’ll become a poor single mother, struggling to raise her child in a world that never cared whether she lived or disappeared.

Blair says, a hint of amusement in her voice and Amara lets out a little laugh, turning back to me. "What do you think? About me? I never told you either...when I was attacked by rogues in the forest...there were at least 5 of them, there was no chance I'd win, they swarmed me and attacked. I thought for sure I was going to die but..." she trails off and I growl and hold her tighter. She takes a deep breath before continuing "I felt a really intense coldness, it took over my entire body before I felt it leave my fingers...and I thought for sure I was dead but when I opened my eyes...there were body parts and blood everywhere. Like someone had thrown a grenade into the middle of the fight. Ne

On the drive home, silence filled the luxury car. The city lights flashed past the windows. Adrian sat beside her, focused on his phone. Replying to emails. Reviewing reports. Living in a world that never seemed to include her. Amara stared out the window. A thousand questions filled her mind. But she asked none of them. Because she already feared the answers. When they arrived at the mansion, Adrian headed straight for his study. Like always. No goodnight. No conversation. No acknowledgment. Just work. Amara watched him disappear behind the large wooden doors.

She didn't want to be a part of a talented pair of daughters; she wanted to be the only sun in the sky, and she wanted me to be the dirt beneath her heels. Her eyes locked onto Damien, and I could practically hear the gears turning in her head. She had found a new target, a more glittering prize than Landon could ever be. The game had officially begun, and the stakes were everything to me. I felt a cold shiver of dread crawl up my spine. Amara didn't just steal men; she colonized them, stripping them of their will until they were nothing more than accessories to her ego.

And the moment he reached out to touch her… She disappeared. Just like that. Gone. Adrian started running. “Amara!” His voice echoed through the empty garden. “Amara!” He searched everywhere. Behind trees. Between the flowers. Across the wide field. But she was nowhere. The beautiful garden slowly turned dark. The wind grew cold. “Amara!” His voice broke. Tears filled his eyes. — In the real world, his hand suddenly grabbed my wrist. “Amara!” He pulled me down and wrapped his arms tightly around me.

She managed to kill Arra in a rage because he cheated on her and got her pregnant with another man. He didn't like having sex with VENIDO CUENCA. Arra is one of the beautiful girls in Bolinao, Venido Cuenca is often here because of the furnitures that are brought here. Arra caught VENIDO's eyes, because of power and money. He was able to claim Arra wholeheartedly. Amara was formed in a mistake. TESSA CUENCA, VENIDO CUENCA's real wife, was full of bitterness when she found out that her husband had gotten someone else pregnant. They already have two children named LEO CUENCA the eldest son and the youngest LUCIFER CUENCA. Tessa's life is full of consumption and hatred at the hands of Venido.

But it was not the dark I was watching anymore. For days I had told myself a story about her. That she was a soldier hiding a soldier's past... a girl who'd learned hard things in a hard place and had good reasons to keep them quiet. I had been wrong. A soldier learns skills. What I had just watched was not a skill. Amara had memories. Of places she had never set foot in. Of a country she had never crossed. Of a stone she had never knelt beside, and had gone, just now, somewhere I couldn't follow the instant she laid eyes on it.

And that day has finally come. That day Martha took Amada out of the villa. Mother and daughter visited the mall because Martha wanted to buy new clothes for Amada. Martha is an extremely modest person, so she did not want her bodyguards to accompany her. That will attract too much attention from people around. Amada also did not feel comfortable having someone closely supervise him, walking by his side. Because of this, it was easy for Mr. Nelson's people to carry out the plan.

Before placing some of the books that Amara usually used to read when she was living here, Martha also put some fresh flowers in her room. “Yes, you were unconscious when Master De Luca brought you here,” Martha confirmed with a nod of her head. “Oh…” Amara wondered how bad her condition must be to be unconscious for two days. Then she recalled the way Adrian was seething at her and called her names. Amara felt her chest tighten at the thought. The man he trusted more than anything caused her an immense amount of pain. She thought he’d be her soulmate, yet he seemed like a man who was self-centred and driven by simple jealousy.

Whether a man chooses his fated or chosen, as long as there’s a female on both sides, someone will get hurt. ‘Alpha, are you awake?’ Marshall’s voice rang in my head. My eyes darted to the clock overhead. A few minutes past five in the morning. ‘Yes." I answered as I leaned back against my chair, propping my feet on my desk as I closed my eyes. I could see fucking dots in the dark. "Lady Amara just crossed the border. She asked if anyone was awake at the packhouse, and I told her I was not sure, but even before I could mindlink anyone to ask, she had already sped off.